Apparently, I’ve been found
After graduating from high school, I went from cycling to school by train.
It’s a hellish line to take during rush hour, but if you travel a little later, most of the passengers will be students, so the congestion will be a little less.
I get off at the station closest to my university and head to the ticket gate.
I noticed a boy sitting on a bench on the platform with his head hanging down.
As I walk ahead of me there is a man in a suit, but he passes right in front of me without even noticing.
Normally I would have responded in the same way, but the boy was wearing the same uniform as my brother.
Just thinking about what would have happened if her younger brother had gotten sick on the train and was sitting alone on a bench, her sister’s heart ached and she couldn’t help but call out to him.
“OK?”
“….”
Even when I stood in front of him and called out to him, he didn’t respond.
Maybe he was unconscious or something…?
Growing worried, I tentatively placed my hand on his shoulder, and his body flinched violently.
“OK?”
When I called out to her again, she slowly raised her head.
The boy’s face was completely blue, his lips were purple, and he was sweating cold sweat.
He seems to be in worse condition than I had imagined, and I’m getting very anxious.
I felt like the shoulders I touched were trembling.
“…Um, um.”
He opens his mouth to try and speak, but his mouth is trembling and I feel bad for stopping him from speaking.
I sat down on the bench next to him and took out the bag and tissues I always keep with me from my backpack.
“If you feel like throwing up, you can just let it out in here!”
He opened the bag and handed it to the boy’s mouth.
Occasionally I can hear a “ugh” sound, but it doesn’t seem like he’s vomiting.
This moment when you feel like you want to throw up but can’t is the worst…
I rub his back, hoping to make him feel a little better.
Suddenly, his sobbing became more frequent than before and he seemed to stop breathing for a moment before he was forcefully spat out into the plastic bag.
Okay, well, keep going like this and I’ll make him vomit it all out, I continue rubbing his back.
I vomited twice, took a short break, and then vomited once more, and after a while my body finally stopped trembling.
“I’m sorry… I’m fine now.”
He looked up from the bag, looked at me and thanked me, but his face was still blue.
“Can you wait here while I call the station staff?”
“…Yes, sorry.”
“Then lend me that bag. Take this new one.”
“No… I can’t let you do that.”
“It’s okay! If you vomit again, this bag won’t be good, so please bring a new one.”
“…Uh, sorry.”
I received the heavy bag, and after looking at it, I couldn’t help but take it, so I quickly walked to the toilet.
After cleaning up in the toilet, I went to the station staff room, explained the situation, and had a wheelchair brought to me.
When the station attendant and I went over to the boy, he looked relieved.
The boy was taken away in a wheelchair and placed on a cot in the medical room.
“···thank you very much”
“Well, has the nausea subsided a little?”
“Yeah, but I still feel a bit sick.”
“Don’t worry about it, just go to sleep. Your backpack is over there.”
“Umm, thank you…”
“Don’t worry about it, I just called out to you because you were wearing the same uniform as my brother.”
“···younger brother?”
“Anyway, go to sleep now. Maybe you’ll feel a bit better if you sleep and wake up.”
I put the towel I had in my backpack over his eyes.
After a while, I heard the sound of breathing and breathed a sigh of relief.
There was nothing more I could do, so I called out to the station staff and left the first aid room, heading for the university.
***
That happened a month ago.
“Sis, this guy.” 東ヶ崎 臣
“I finally found it…”
The boy sitting next to my younger brother who had barged into my room without knocking was the same one from before.
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